29 Sep

In the middle of our conversation

my eyes are drawn

to the pale,

translucent skin of your throat,

to the shadowed hollow

and your perfect bones.


I am struck blind

by the holiest of visions.


Later staring out of the darkness

my fears are stilled

by the soft

remembered curve of your smile,

and the touch of your hand

when once alone.


I am sublime

with glorious religion.


Copyright the author writing as Romantic Dominant

Photograph stolen from TheAppleScientist


Posted by on September 29, 2012 in D/s, Poetry


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14 responses to “Neophyte

  1. surrenderedone

    September 29, 2012 at 6:51 pm

    I have read several stories and poems in recent years that seem to pay homage to a woman’s neck. If I had known….I would have worn my hair up MUCH more often πŸ™‚


  2. Maggie Carpenter

    September 30, 2012 at 4:44 am

    Ah yes. The Spiritual Awakening – The Spiritual Experience – The Spiritual Calm – all gifts born from adoration – and adoration returned.


  3. Mohana

    October 6, 2012 at 5:04 pm

    To love, and lust! Nice write πŸ™‚


  4. The Flat Girl

    October 7, 2012 at 4:37 pm

    Very sensual. Thank you for sharing, Sir.



  5. Elizabeth

    October 8, 2012 at 5:27 pm

    To miss the spiritual aspect of this dance is to miss the point entirely …


  6. Evelyn

    October 9, 2012 at 7:13 pm

    “I am sublime
    with glorious religion.”
    this makes me want to write an endless poem…


  7. geminisub

    October 15, 2012 at 8:44 pm

    i love the words and the feeling



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